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Monster Fest	By : FieldDranzer Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 13073 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: At the third week of October, we draw ever closer to the end. Brewed with storms and witchcraft unlike anything else within the realm, we find ourselves heading out once more. Leaving the safety of a bed behind, but before I say more, let's dive in, shall we?

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Bewitching Gales

The rumor mill was rarely a place to find the truth behind mysteries, but when his ears had perked up at the mention of a particular creature, even that shady source had received its fair share of attention. The Gale was on the move, storming through the countryside with ferocious speed, leaving nothing in its wake save for ruined towns and uninhabitable areas.

Through his connection to the little red riding hood, his knowledge about these beings known as Nightmares broadened, and with it, he now knew that the one known as the Gale was anything but a natural phenomenon. Little was known about this one, for unlike her sister, Karin, who had a bad habit of allowing mortals to escape depending on her interest, the Gale would do no one such a favor. Razed villages, ruins of homes scattered throughout the land, without so much as a clue why the greater Nightmare did what it did.

Although, as his feet carried him out of the perimeter of Reckoning, the town he himself had safeguarded from the being known as the Soulless, his mind was fixated not on the Gale, but rather, on the rumors pertaining to The Witch. For whatever reason, more information about this creature in particular was known to the public than what more trustworthy sources could boast. South-East of the newly named Reckoning, inside a dense forest used mainly for lumber, a hut was under attack by a handful of Nightmares, but whether or not anything remained at that point, he did not know. What he did know however, was that whoever lived within said hut would be able to help him track down, and if need be, escape from the one called the Witch.

That, of course, brought him back to the moment at hand.

Reckoning was but a faint image on the horizon; the spire of its tallest building revealed as nothing but a peak. Seterion was by no means the largest country, a boon to travelers on foot, but a curse when a raging storm was approaching fast. The Gale would no doubt reach Reckoning before long, and, rather than worrying about the safebeing of the ones he had bothered to save, Sasuke Uchiha’s mind wandered to the rewards yet unclaimed.

By his side, the woman known as little red was nowhere in sight, her body laying where she had ended up the night before; naked, twitching and utterly unconscious. His reward had been claimed long into the evening, and when at last she had had the nerve to submit to his cursed cock, Tenten had boasted of her own endurance, which only served to stoke the flames of his Uchiha bloodline. It had been her moans that had kept the neighbors awake, it had been her cries for mercy that drew the young hostess to their room, and it had been the sight of his cock that made said woman stay for a while longer than what would be proper. He had paid her no mind, for within his grasp, writhing and twitching like a heatwave had overtaken only her body, Tenten’s boast had been proven as just that. An act of bragging that brought with it more orgasms than the woman could ever hope to count.

Shaking his head at the thought, a mirthful smile played across his lips; a thing he had noted more in recent times than ever before. Had he always been so soft, smiling at the merest thought of his quest rewards?

No, he knew the answer for that as well. He had not.

Stretching out before his eyes was what the rumor mill had described as a dense forest, but only then did his mind connect the true meaning behind the word dense. The trees weren’t packed too tightly together, nor was the visibility particularly low, but almost as soon as he set foot within the perimeter of the woods, a heavy haze made itself known, seeping out from somewhere within to blanket the entirety of the forest in a fog.

Walking past the initial boundary only brought with it an even heavier haze, and, as his pace slowed down, the faintest sounds of someone singing flew past his ears. Faint voices, archaic lyrics, songs that were simply gone before they reached his hearing.

Strangely enough, even before he had set foot in the forest, the general direction and location of the hut within was as clear as day. Had he asked one of the survivors of Reckoning, he had no doubt that the person could have drawn him a map for his coming trek. Although, there was something bothering him, if only just slightly.

Three days before, before the Soulless had run rampant across the area, one of the townspeople had seen a small group of shades meandering towards the forest itself, heading in that general direction. They hadn’t attacked, nor had they come to ravage the town itself, but even that might have been explained by the fact that the Soulless was on its way.

Shaking his head as his feet trudged through the approaching marshland of the forest, Sasuke’s eyes at last scoured the surrounding area, or as much as the fog would let him.

He had been told that the forest itself was great in size and easily enough to navigate, but at that time, what he had been told could not be any less true. The fog alone was an issue, limiting his line of sight by quite a margin, but even as he walked onward, his body swayed, weaving around a group of branches before ducking under a fallen tree.

When he stepped around however, what he thought he knew before seemed convoluted, as if the forest itself had shifted around to disrupt his path. The branches behind him remained the same, but many more obstructions were set before him. Towering trees that defied physics, branches and fallen stumps that forced him to jump over them, as well as a growing marshland that hindered his movements. Yet, the greatest hints that he himself could not see, were undoubtedly the scratches along the sides of the trees. Claw marks, as well as what would otherwise be thought of as a scrap of paper with odd symbols scribbled atop them.

The minutes slowly morphed into what felt like hours of trudging through a shifting forest, and how long he had actually gone on, he couldn’t tell. Back and forth, vaulting over the occasional stump in his path, around the branches that obstructed his path, and at long last, his legs came to a halt, onyx eyes swiveling around the area he could have sworn to have passed thrice already. Glancing back above his shoulder, Sasuke Uchiha’s eyebrows furrowed, a look of perpetual annoyance adorning his features as his eyes were met by the entrance to the forest itself; the smallest clearing that acted like the doorway to the foggy palace he had roamed for far longer than he should have. It would hardly take an hour to run from one side of the forest to the other, yet there he was, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face with an equally stumped expression making its way up from his jaw.

Ahead however, the path looked as desolate as ever before, an endless trail leading into a forest of fog. Although, his quest was already underway, and even as he began to move once more, the faintest sense of dread crept up along his spine.

Even if he had walked towards the entrance, he had a creeping fear that his path would be blocked there as well.

It wasn’t until his mind cleared up and the rumors he had heard came to the forefront that his ears picked up the sounds. What had come across as a faint, obscure birdsong before shifted; gentle tones taking on a harsher feel, whilst the archaic language he could have sworn to have heard was replaced by the sound of feet shuffling along the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the fog to his right parted; a twitching figure bursting forth with its arms raised in the strangest form of embrace. His hand fell down to land upon the hilt of his sword at a greater speed than his oncoming assailant, and with a steadied stance, his arm rose up, a gleaming silver light slashing through the fog that surrounded him so.

With the faintest clang, his sword connected, the form of his assailant bucking back as the sides of its chest came into view. Dried skin, an open ribcage, and visible bones forming around its arms. A lesser nightmare, categorized as an undead flesh eater, or a zombie as they were commonly called.

The moment his blade crashed against its chest, a low crack resounded, and with it, the zombie was sent hurtling into a nearby tree. What he cared about however, was the moment the fog itself parted ways, revealing yet another shaded form shambling its way towards him.

Spinning around with the force of his slash, Sasuke spun, eyes swiveling around to take in as much of his surroundings as he could. The fog was thick, but not impenetrable. In that scant moment of clear sight, he had seen a clearing, a path, as well as a dozen or more flesh eaters; all of which were homing in on his general position.

Before he himself could reach a conclusion, another figure burst through the fog, its bone ravaged arm slashing through the air in a vain attempt to claw his cloak apart. Unlike the first one, this one could hit him, and with his sword, he spun once more, delivering a kick to the zombie’s skeletal gut that sent it reeling back through the fog that only seemed to grow denser with every passing moment.

Rather than standing where he did however, Sasuke dashed forth, jumping through the fog curtain that blocked his view, allowing the ominous haze to envelop him all at once.

On one hand, his visibility was as poor as always, but on the other, even he would fail to notice every single shift in the fog if all he did was wait around for the nightmares to come to him.

The moment he stepped through the curtain, the area around him lit up, his eyes trailing the surroundings as something he had never expected came to pass. Simply from jumping to the side, the fog had mostly cleared up, remaining only as a blanket over the entirety of the area rather than submerging him as well. What had caught him off guard the most however, was undoubtedly the sight that was laid bare before him.

Ten flesh eaters, shambling around the small clearing, turned their hollow eyes towards him, though more than that, no more than a few feet to his left, a small wooden staircase lead up into a patio. The hut within the forest…

Before he had the chance to contemplate one single thing, the nearest nightmare pounced, dashing towards him in a near comical manner, save for the sharpened bones sticking out of what would once be its fingers. With his sword still drawn and clenched within his right hand, Sasuke rushed ahead, intercepting the approaching monster while slamming his free hand into what remained of its chest. The low, sickening crunch that resounded through the area was enough to make even the bravest hunter flinch, for with that one strike, he had crushed the monster’s fragile ribcage.

Rather than celebrate his victory however, Sasuke could only bring his right hand up, holding the blade diagonally with his left hand pressing up against the flat of the blade by the tip, blocking the approaching arm of yet another zombie.

The monsters that had previously been loitering around near the hut were all aiming themselves towards him, walking at an unnerving pace that defied the dried up wounds adorning their mostly naked bodies. Oddly enough, as he pushed back against the zombie pressing down against his sword, his mind was filled with the thought of a flesh eater woman...

… although, that thought was crushed as soon as it arose by him stabbing his sword through the undead heart of the nightmare before him.

The tides were changing, but for everyone he felled, a gnawing doubt made its way into his mind. A small, insistent thought that refused to leave his head; one that was amplified even more when he glanced over towards the mahogany structure of the hut he unknowingly fought to protect. Not a single scratch along its structure, no bite marks, no attempted break-ins, nothing. If nothing else, the nightmares had yet to try to enter the hut, and with the reports from that morning fresh in mind, several shades had been seen making their way towards this very location. Three days prior!

Grasping the hilt of his sword with both hands, Sasuke Uchiha brought his blade down, diagonally cutting yet another flesh eater in half while placing his boot against its decaying hip to kick it off. He made quite the sight; a hunter standing amidst a pile of corpses, an unholy green liquid oozing down the fuller of his silver sword, whilst his eyes had taken on a color akin to the blood in his veins.

For every monstrosity his sword cut down, the fog around him grew thinner, and with every step he took towards the foes remaining in sight, the stench of their undead forms faded away. His swordsmanship was not the greatest, of that much, he was blatantly aware. Yet, against the lesser nightmares before him, no weapon at all was needed for one that had fought them before. A palm thrust to their chests would break their bones, a kick against their thighs was more than enough to knock them aside, and with a horizontal two-handed slash, yet another flesh eater fell before him.

Before he could step forward once more however, a faint creak resounded behind his back, the sound of unoiled hinges swinging up, as well as the slightest hint that the resident within had been alerted to his presence there.

Ignoring that however, his gaze returned to the matter at hand, blood red eyes landing upon the last remaining nightmares before him. Two flesh eaters remained; only two fragile monstrosities to fell before he could return to the task at hand.

As his legs began to move however, and as his shoulders slackened to feign an unguarded stance, a sensation not unlike the one within the perimeter of Reckoning returned to his mind; the sensation of being watched.

Rushing ahead at a moment’s notice, the two nightmares before him clambered on, his sword being aimed straight at the rightmost nightmare’s exposed ribs, whilst his left hand twitched; a low crackling resounding through the air before dispersing. The moment he came within range, the very moment a bonelike claw swung past his eyes, Sasuke Uchiha thrust his sword forward, using the momentum of the thrust to aim his blade upward, slamming the silvery edge against the zombie’s neck. The second his sword connected however, and the moment he twisted his body around to remove his foe’s head from its shoulders, a sharp burn erupted from his sides.

Torn black cloth fluttered through the air as, in his inexperience or inattentiveness, the nightmare’s claw pierced through his vest. A scarlet droplet trailed down his sides, the shirt beneath his vest stung and a not too unusual warmth seeped down along the side of his stomach. His vest was torn, his undershirt was cut, and beneath it all, three sharp lines had hit him enough to draw blood.

On his end however, as he brought his body around with enough force to cut through the zombie’s neck, Sasuke Uchiha let out a low grunt, eyes twitching and fingers aching as the gleaming edge of his sword crashed through the dark green skin of the final nightmare.

Not so much as a sound erupted from its dead lips as its body went limp, but even then, his guard was raised. To be grazed by a claw was bad enough, but being grazed by a nightmare as well would only make matters worse. For better or for worse, if he could treat the cut soon enough, then whatever infection the monsters spread would be held at bay.

Letting out a low, weary sigh as the battle reached its end at last, Sasuke’s mind ground to a halt; the thoughts that had formed within his head slowing down as the chains put in place by those very thoughts faded away. He had begun to worry about infections, from a scratch that had barely touched him enough to draw three thin lines. Shaking his head at the mere thought, Sasuke Uchiha allowed himself a moment to think.

All around him, the fog had begun to fade. The nightmares’ presence had undoubtedly been the thing to draw it in, and, with so many gathered before a singular point, there was no reason not to think that the fog would be heavy. Now though, as his breath grew steady and as his sword was returned to its place in his sheath, he could at last return to the task at hand.

Seeking out the tenant of the hut.

It took him no more than a few quick strides to cross the distance between himself and the hut, and even then, as his heavy feet made the wooden stairs creak, it took him no more than a moment to gather his thoughts. Whoever had been inside had opened the door enough to catch a glimpse of the events that transpired outside, though by then, the door was left unguarded; a faint fluorescent scent bringing with it an inviting charm that begged for him to enter.

Heaving in a long breath of air, Sasuke Uchiha grasped the doorknob, pulling the mahogany door aside before stepping in; applying enough courtesy to close the door behind him. All he would have to do was look for the tenant, and maybe ask for-

“That was amazing!” Even before his mind could comprehend it, a soft, feminine squeal drew his attention ahead, and with it, his eyes grew wide, his jaw going slack as he stared ahead at the woman standing before him.

To claim that first impressions were meaningless would be a crime at the time, for standing before him was a woman of immaculate beauty and imperative charm. A long flowing mane of hair in the brightest platinum color, unchecked and untamed as it descended down along her curvaceous back. Smooth, creamy skin that only made his eyes scour her form for any imperfection, not that there was any to be had. Although, the brightest orbs of pure cyan was what captivated him at first, staring back at him with an inviting smile playing across her pink, plump lips.

The second thing to reach his eyes was her attire. Adorning her head, a wide brimmed witch’s hat obscured the view he craved so. A pair of gloves that reached well beyond her elbows, thighboots that rose up and up until her knees were surpassed, as well as a corset that left little to the imagination, only holding back a pair of divine breasts, more delightful than any he had seen before; all of which were the deepest shade of purple. His gaze was fastened there, unmoving, unblinking, unable to so much as comprehend looking away...

... until they did, falling down to gaze upon the space between her boots and corset, down to where her shapely thighs were pressed together, small, sultry steps carrying her towards him like a huntress on the prowl.

“Thank you so much for saving me from those awful creatures!” Clapping her gloved hands together in front of her bust, the woman before him smiled, tittering where she stood despite his conflicting gaze. “They held me here for so long, I was afraid I would starve to death!”

Before she could open her eyes to catch him staring, Sasuke snapped his gaze up, halting for only a moment as her jiggling breasts demanded that he took his time to enjoy them.

Furrowing his eyebrows as she approached him further, he couldn’t help but ponder whether or not she was trapped within her hut. There hadn’t been so much as a splinter in the railing around her pavilion, nor was there any clear evidence that the nightmares had tried to break their way inside, so why would she-

“However will I be able to reward you, kind hunter?” Fluttering her eyelashes towards him, the platinum haired woman halted, legs spread a tiny bit more from before. “I have no money, nor anything of value for you to take~”

Shuddering at the sultry tone of her voice, Sasuke couldn’t help but feel his pants tighten up; the mere sight of her was enough to rile him up, though at the thought of being rewarded…

“Would this suffice as a reward, sir?” Before his very eyes, the woman before him spread her legs a tiny bit further apart, revealing the jewel atop the crown.

A pale groin, hairless in all its luster, with what could only be described as the juiciest looking pussy he had ever laid eyes on. Pink, fresh, with the faintest trickle of arousal seeping down the insides of her thighs. The mere sight was enough to break his modesty, causing the growing bulge within his pants to harden as much as it could; its tight prison denying him the right to stand at full mast.

As the blood began to pump through his body down into his groin, Sasuke’s head swam, a haze settling down around his brain as his legs wobbled in place. Before him, the blonde goddess of a woman smiled, tittering at his response even as she pulled a small wooden chair over towards him.

“Please, sit down~” She urged, her silky smooth voice ringing through his ears with hypnotic clarity. “Let me reward you, Kinslayer.”

Faint though the notion may have been, his eyebrows tightened, his mind swirling at the notion of her words. Although, that alone was nowhere near enough for him to rise up once more; why would he, after all? What sane man would deny such a sight?

Shaking his head as he fell down into the chair she had pulled up behind him, Sasuke Uchiha sat still, spreading his legs as she fell down upon her knees before him. In a matter of seconds, nimble fingers were upon him, undoing the belt keeping his leather trousers in place, before easing down the zipper locking her prize away.

The moment his pants were loosened however, his cock sprang forth, rushing up with such force that a hearty slap resounded through the small hut a moment later; the sound of his swollen cockhead smacking up against her pale cheeks. Hard, swollen, and so very warm. Glancing down upon it himself, it almost looked bigger than before, bigger and undeniably thicker, a clear bead of precum oozing forth from his tip from the simple delight of being pressed against her cheeks.

When her hand at last began to move along his length, he let out a heavy sigh; the fluorescent scent from before entered his body anew. Lilacs, perhaps? Maybe an ounce of tulips as well, mixed with a grain of cinnamon? The more he tried to identify the source of the scent, the more his mind swam, and with it, her hand lazily trailed up and down the length of his throbbing shaft.

“So big.... you must be quite popular with the ladies~” Her melodic voice rang out, her hand slowing down around his head as her thumb rubbed circles around his sensitive tip. Every little motion was like a jolt of electricity, numbing his nerves while removing the uncertainty from his mind.

It wasn’t until her tongue dipped down to swipe across the swollen head of his cock that Sasuke’s head rolled back, the faintest groan emanating past his lips despite his best efforts to hold it at bay. Wherein Tenten was eager, the woman on her knees before him was meticulous. Even as her tongue circled the swollen head of his dick, her hand was far from idle. Her wrist was slack, her grip gentle and her fingers were soft as she pumped them up and down his length, another dollop of precum oozing forth whenever her thumb replaced her tongue by his head.

Although, euphoric as it felt then and there, the void that was left when her fingers pulled away was almost enough to make even him whimper. Opening the eyes he hadn’t realized he had closed, Sasuke stared, eyes lidded as he took in the beauty unfolding before him. The woman clad in purple waddled closer, easing her legs on either side of his wooden chair, one arm draping itself around his head to caress his deep, dark hair, whilst the other wound itself around his neck, gingerly rubbing circles behind his back.

“Would your little friend like to play~” It wasn’t as much of a question as a playful comment, and even if he had wanted to answer, her pink, plump lips held his attention instead. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you better than she did.”

For only a fraction of a second, her silky smooth tone broke, a touch of malice breaking through and, caught up in her embrace as he was, Sasuke Uchiha’s body froze.

The light within the hut grew dim, the air itself slowed down until it stood still, and all the while, a cold grasp ensnared his limbs, wrapping itself around his arms, coiling tighter and tighter until the very thought of moving brought with it pain. At a glance, he could have sworn to have seen chains as dark as the night sky, though as soon as they appeared, the premonition of golden hues overtook them, sapping him of his strength, restraining him in place, all while her lips descended.

As quickly as the vision had appeared, it was shattered by a tender warmth; soft, feminine lips pressing down against his own in a slow, gentle kiss. The woman atop him had straddled him fully, her knees pressing down against his thighs, yet the greatest sensation of it all came when something wet and warm pressed down against the swollen, oversensitive head of his cock.

“Deceived and helpless, unflinching in the face of the creatures of the night, valiantly triumphant in the heat of battle~” Breaking their eternal kiss, her bright cyan eyes filled his gaze; a hypnotic melody of voices entering his mind all at once. “Whatever would you do if her words proved false? Four, you say?” Giggling from her place atop his thighs, the creature better known as The Witch smiled, a look of honesty and innocence adorning her features. “Nay, there are five, not four.”

Before he himself could comprehend her words, her lips rose once more, rising far from reach as a stinging sensation of frost burned behind his head; atop the back of his neck where her fingers had once been.

Although, despite himself, when she spoke next, he found himself enthralled anew. “I truly am grateful of your service. My former experiments simply refused to leave after their transformation; whom you eagerly slew, might I add.”

Grinding her hips down against his groin, Sasuke’s eyes twitched; the pleasure of her warm, wet entrance grinding against his swollen cockhead sent shivers up his spine. He now knew what sat atop his thighs, though even before he entered, he had his suspicions.

Through no small amount of effort on his part, along with a scalding cold sensation behind his head, his voice was returned to his command; though that may very well have been her design. “What now? Am I to be another one of your tests? Another man for you to devour like your sister tri-”

Before he could so much as finish, her expression grew cold, hips dropping down until the entirety of his tip disappearing within her snatch in one fell swoop. “Ugh, you won’t transform like they did.” She bit out, teeth gritting together as the sheer girth of his dick stretched her wide. “Unlike them, you’re actually worth harvesting. Although, on the matter of Karin~”

Leaning her head down to rest against the side of his face, which only caused her pussy to slide further down along his length, Ino the Witch took that moment to ask the question she had pondered most. “As a human, whose cunt feels tighter? Mine or the Deceiver’s?”

Furrowing his eyebrows at her question, Sasuke simply looked on, unflinching as her head reared back. Assuming his silence to be an act of defiance however, the platinum haired woman whose velvety walls were clamping down around his girth shook her head; long, radiant hair shaking back and forth beneath her wide brimmed hat.

“The sigil enhances your senses as well,” she bit out, the faintest hint of a pout clear on her face as she spoke. “Think of it as your final reward for clearing out my forest.”

Even before she had finished speaking, her hands fell down to rest upon his shoulders, a strange look of determination and pleasure adorning her features as yet another inch of Uchiha cock disappeared inside of her hairless snatch. Already, no more than a third of the way there, her lips were distended beyond belief, a near comical sight as her abdomen bulged from the size of his cock.

Beneath the facade of stoicism, Sasuke grit his teeth, for in his immobilized state, it was all he could do to resist the clamp that wrung the life out of his dick. Karin had been one of the tightest women he had ever been inside of, but with the blonde woman grinding down around his dick, he had to bump the feisty cat spirit down. The one known as The Witch was undeniably tight, yet somehow, despite his dick being borderline suffocated within her tight embrace, it was oddly pleasant.

When another inch of Uchiha cock was eased inside of her snatch, the sensation redoubled; heightening both his and her experience for every passing second. Behind his head, he could already feel the sigil at work. It pulsated, thrummed, and borderline scalded his neck with its frozen aura, but all the same, as yet another inch slipped inside of the nightmare’s snatch, he couldn’t help but grunt.

“A-A little late, but- aangh- you’re in the presence of the w- oh my~” Breaking herself apart even as she spoke, the platinum haired woman ground her hips down against his dick. “The Witch, they called me, but you may call me Ino.” Giving him a subtle wink and a slow lick up the length of his nose, the newly introduced Ino doubled her efforts, raising her hips up off of his cock until only the head remained inside.

Only then, as she rampantly dropped her weight down once more to spear herself upon his cock, did Sasuke shift his gaze around the room that made up a majority of her hut.

Along the walls, shelves upon shelves were placed, a myriad of bottles, flasks and containers adorning their wooden counters. A great many of the containers were simply too groggy for him to see inside of, but as Ino the Witch slammed her hips down once more, sheathing half of his monstrous cock inside of her snatch. Amongst the sounds of her screams of pleasure, as well as his own unchecked grunts from being strangled by her pussy, Sasuke’s eyes zeroed in on one particular bottle that rested a few feet to his left; its contents oddly familiar, yet strangely unpleasant to look at.

“Ahn- Bottled testicles,” she supplied as she caught onto where his gaze had wandered. “They’re a very- hnng- nutritious addition to certain brews.”

Having received his answer, he couldn’t decide whether or not he was shocked or dissatisfied with the answer, but nonetheless, as his gaze returned to the woman before him, he caught sight of something he had not seen before.

Somewhere in her tantrum to push as much of his dick inside of her as she could, the top half of her corset had loosened, freeing her pale, perfect breasts from their tight confines; a pair of bright pink nipples bouncing rhythmically in time with her frantic thrusts.

Almost as if she could feel his eyes boring into her breasts, the Witch leaned down, pressing his face down into the valley of her breasts as she forced herself to relax. By that point, however long she had spent easing his length inside of her underused snatch, she did not know. What little she did know was that more than half of it had vanished within her tight lips, forming what could only be described as an obscene bulge on her abdomen.

For him however, the time spent trying to stuff as much of his cock inside of her snatch as possible was perceived differently. The more time she spent on her arduous task, the more time seemed to slow down within his mind. At least, until reality came crashing down upon him once more...

With a screech not unlike that of a Banshee’s wail, the walls around his cock tightened, squeezing him more than he had ever thought possible before. His groin was drenched in a manner of seconds, the cork made from his cock failed to hold back the juices that all but erupted forth from her snatch, and before long, he himself could hardly tell where her pussy began and his dick ended.

As quickly as the howl of pleasure had erupted however, it died down; a quiet, whimpering mewl spilling forth from the Witch’s lips as her arms clambered around his neck for support. To say that she had been with bigger men would be an affront to mankind, for the cock wedged inside of her snatch at that point in time was by far the largest. Long, much more so than any of her pickled penises. Thick, more so than even her forearm had felt during her daring days of youth.

Yet, as her back threatened to give out from the orgasmic oblivion she had been hurtled into, what bothered her most was the lack of sperm within her waiting womb. Even at that point, he hadn’t yet released, sitting still, gazing upon her quivering form with a look of indifference adorning his features. It vexed her endlessly, but, as the juices seeping out of her pussy lubricated her further, Ino the Witch let out a low, wanton sigh as that final inch of human cock slid inside of her overstuffed twat.

“It’s a shame that you fight us so,” she mused, throat dry from the shriek she had let out no more than a minute prior. “Karin was fierce, but not at all that strong. My specialty lies elsewhere, as the jars around my hut could reveal… you only smirk due to your own ignorance!”

Letting out a huff at the small smile that played across his lips, Ino shifted, slowly easing her legs down onto the ground to find her footing once more. Slowly, inch after inch, his cock slipped forth from her battered snatch, more and more appearing from her soaked cavern until, with an audible pop, his broad cockhead slipped free; a sound that was accompanied by her own moans of delight.

When she at long last steadied herself however, the greatest nightmare known as the Witch spun around; naked feet waddling along the cold floor leading towards one of her many shelves. “The Gale is coming, and no matter their strength, the Deceiver simply cannot stay in hiding.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Sasuke rolled his eyes down, down to where his cock ached, veins visibly pulsating even as he watched the Witch combine two oddly colored liquids. Beside his hips, his arms rested, hanging limply in the effect of the sigil on his neck, although, when Ino the Witch had her back turned, his mind blew up, fingers curling ever so slightly by his side.

As soon as she returned however, he paused, deciding instead to take in the sight that was the woman before him. Somewhere amidst her riding, the wide brimmed hat atop her head had fallen off, leaving her long platinum blonde mane on full display as it fell down her back. Her corset, once used to withhold her breasts, had been slackened, allowing the glorious mounds of pure perfection to jiggle with her every step, but even more so than that, her nipples, bright and pink, all but begged for his touch.

“You will cum inside of me. Time and time again,” gone was the delicacy of her silky smooth voice, for in its place, a harsh tone mixed with a kind of chill remained. “You may have survived the Soulless, but can you truly-”

Without giving her the chance to finish, Sasuke Uchiha flexed his left hand, all but jumping up onto his feet whilst sending his left fist directly into the Witch’s stomach, knocking her down onto the ground with the mixture still clutched in her hands. The longer she had mounted him, the weaker the sigil became, so much so that, when her orgasm had torn through her system, the chains holding him down had almost dispersed altogether.

Kicking back with one foot, he sent the chair he had occupied flying, the sound of glass shattering behind his back becoming a simple afterthought as his hands flew down to wrest the potion free from her grasp. He didn’t know what it was or what it contained, but simply from what she had tried to say, he could make a decent enough assumption.

A myriad of thoughts raced through his head as he forced her hands above her head, a hundred questions that were left unanswered, along with even more inquiries about the things he had slain no more than ten feet outside of her hut. However, even amongst every thought that ravaged his mind at the time, one stood out above all else.

“Who or what is the Deceiver?” Securing her hands in place, Sasuke glared, throbbing erection bobbing up and down above the Witch’s womanhood.

His answer, however, came in the form of a short chuckle, low and maniacal, along with a confident smirk that brought with it a sense of dread not unlike what he had felt when crossing paths with Karin the Soulless.

Shifting his gaze away from the woman on the floor, he sought out something, anything that could help turn the tide of the battle in his favor. The Witch was easily stronger than the Soulless, at least in terms of her endurance. Why Karin had dispersed atop his dick, he did not know, but he had already made the platinum haired woman beneath him cum once, and she still remained.

Out of the corner of his eye, as Ino made her attempt to wiggle free from the bruising grip he had on her wrists, a gleaming light flickered past his eyes; the reflection of the light outside hitting something smooth, yet still hard.

An inch to his left, the glass bottle she had brought over to administer reached his sight; a small spherical bottle with an intricate stopper at its top. Although, the thought that had crossed his mind before returned when he gazed upon the color of the liquid inside. A strange, twisting liquid, appearing almost like the churning mist of a pyre, with light hues of blue and green mixing amongst each other. The fog of death, one might say, but even still, as transferred both of the Witch’s wrists to his right hand, Sasuke brought it up to rest beside Ino’s toned stomach.

“Would you like to tell me what this is?” His expression was dark, his eyes were cold, yet even still, his cock ached to return to the weeping warmth that was the Witch’s snatch. “Or maybe I should force it down your throat.”

It wasn’t a question, but even still, the moment the bottle clinked down against the floorboards, Ino’s eyes grew wide; the defiant look in her eyes vanishing within moments. “P-please, don’t!”

“Tell me what they are. The Deceiver, as you called them.” And even still, despite her reluctance, the answer to his question did not come.

Letting out a low sigh of his own, Sasuke moved closer, nimble fingers undoing the intricate lock around the cork of the bottle before lifting it up above Ino’s head. She squirmed, legs flailing in an attempt to break free from the enclosure of his knees, breasts jiggling hypnotically even as her pleas fell forth from her mouth. Although, that single moment was enough for him to strike, and with the speed of a practiced swordsman, Sasuke Uchiha brought the bottle down, turning it upside down as the vile fog-like liquid within the bottle seeped inside of the Witch’s luscious lips…

… the effect was immediate. In no more than a second after the liquid began to pour into her mouth, her cyan eyes faded away; a hazy, hooded look adorning her features as the entirety of her body shuddered. Between her legs, he could feel a radiating heat, but he paid it no mind, eyes transfixed on the sight before him.

What had once come across as the occasional bead of sweat exploded, a faint sheen adorning her heaving breasts in seconds, whilst the perky nipples standing up seemed to harden as well. All along her stomach, he could see her muscles quiver, until, as the final droplet of the foul liquid sunk between her lips, the head between her legs made itself known; a spray of pussyjuice gushing forth, causing his trousers to grow damp in a matter of seconds.

The faintest gust of air had made her squirt…

Whatever resistance had rushed through her limbs a moment beforehand died down, and with it, as he released his grasp on her wrists, Sasuke Uchiha was met with the sight of a delirious smile; appearing like the grin on a woman that had had a few too many drinks. Although, before he had the chance to do much more about it, his world flipped upside down, the glass bottle whose content he had forced down her throat clinked on the ground before rolling away.

How it had happened, his mind simply couldn’t comprehend, but in a manner of seconds, he was on his back, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, whilst the blonde’s hazy eyes stared down upon him from above. What mattered however, was that in the same second that their positions had flipped, Ino the Witch had mounted him once more, the length of his dick disappearing within her tight snatch once more.

The position was awkward in and off of itself, but even as her arms wrapped themselves around his head, breasts jiggling atop his chest, her hips bumped back and forth, focusing more on forcing every single inch of his cock inside of her.

Before, a single gust of air had been enough to make her squirt, and this time was no different, for the moment the broad head of his cock disappeared within her weeping snatch, her pussy tightened, nearly choking the life out of him as the chokehold was forced further down upon his dick. No more than an inch above his lips, Ino herself moaned; loud, breathy moans, feminine squeals and faint whimpers as her body was wracked by one orgasm after the next.

It wasn’t until her clit bumped down against his groin, the entirety of his cock having vanished inside of her eager snatch, that he came. Heavy spurts of cum sprayed forth from the tip of his dick, near immediately drenching the insides of Ino’s snatch with his scalding seed, gushing forth time and time again despite his best efforts to avoid it. His breathing hitched, his eyes shut themselves tight, and as his cock continued to erupt within the platinum haired woman’s snatch, his hands shot up to grasp her supple rear…

… only to pass through as if nothing was there. Snapping his eyes wide awake, Sasuke Uchiha lay atop the cold floor of an abandoned hut, a broken chair having crumbled against one wall, whilst a dozen jars and containers adorned the shelves. However, more importantly than that, his pants were pulled down, with his throbbing cock standing up straight into the air in a near comical manner.

The one known as The Witch was gone from sight, and similarly to her nightmarish sister, she, too, left him painfully erect.

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How long had it been since he arrived there, standing within an ocean of fog, surrounded on all front by shambling nightmares? Stepping through the wooden door leading into the site of his second battle against an Arch-Nightmare, Sasuke Uchiha’s gaze turned skyward; gazing long and hard into the radiant sunlight above.

It had been early morning when he had arrived at the doorstep of the foggy forest, though now, the sun was almost in the same place as when he left. Shaking his head until his silky black hair rustled, the huntsman simply did not know. Yet another unanswered question amongst the dozens his encounter with The Witch had brought him.

Before his feet could so much as step forward however, a harsh rumbling shook the very earth beneath his feet, sending him down onto his knees in an instant. The sound of birds flying far away, fleeing from the site of devastation, wherever it may have been. A violent storm, turbulent enough to break through the hazy fog that had settled down upon the area, while still being strong enough to send even him to his knees.

Gritting his teeth, Sasuke rolled to the side, pushing himself up against one of the trees near the entrance to the witch’s forest as the rumblings from before died down. Whatever it was that had caused such a tremor, he didn’t want to believe. It had happened again…

“Sasuke, sir!” Snapping his head up from where he sat, Sasuke Uchiha’s features slackened, returning to its standard stoicism. “Where are you?”

The one calling out was undeniably familiar; a silky smooth voice that made him both groan and roll his eyes. Rising up onto his feet once more, stepping forward despite the aftershocks in the earth, the huntsman passed through the barrier of the foggy forest… only to stand head to head with Tenten, the little red riding hood whose company he had enjoyed, clad in her ceremonial outfit with a pair of daggers resting atop her hips.

“Oh, thank the gods I found you. You didn’t return last night, and when I asked around for where you had gone, they told me you had come to… to…” Slowing down a few feet away from him, Tenten tilted her head, giving him a onceover before resuming. “What happened?”

How he longed to tell her, to share his latest conquest with the woman that was his walking reward, but no sooner than the thought had entered his mind, another earth shattering gust of air came crashing towards them. Without so much as a thought, Sasuke’s arms shot out, wrapping themselves around Tenten’s waist as he yanked her towards him. There was no time to think, no time to calculate the best course of action, all he could do was pull the two of them behind the tree he rested at.

The simplest explanation of what he had seen was to visualize oneself entering the eye of a vortex. Circling around him, approaching them with enough force to rattle the trees around them, a tunnel of compressed air blew through the landscape. However, as quickly as the latest assault had begun, it faded away.

Although, the sight that met him when he at last opened his eyes was not one he could ever expect.

The landscape he had once come from had shifted. Gone was the foggy, albeit welcoming forest that had devoured his existence for a day, for in its place, nothing remained. The trees were uprooted, the path he had traversed was all but gone, and the hut where she had once lived had ceased to be. Only the stilts remained; broken, snapped in half, with a dozen planks laying scattered around the area before him. Yet, the worst of it all? As he turned his head around, the scenery behind them was much the same.

A long, wide trench had been blasted up, oval in shape with a clear path laid bare before them. And at the end of the road, a village in ruins met his eyes.

Staring out across the vast expanse of ruination, both ahead of and behind his back, Sasuke Uchiha’s eyes were wide; his entire face a slackened version of his former self. A single thought resurfaced in his mind from the encounter he had barely escaped.

“The Gale is coming,” he muttered aloud, only then realizing his folly when the girl within his embrace stiffened.

“How do you- Oh...“ Shifting her gaze down onto the ground, Tenten’s voice became a muffled shade of its former self. “You met her. That explains why- oh, never mind.”

Releasing his hold around her shoulders, Sasuke all but fell back against what remained of the tree they had hidden behind. “I heard some rumors regarding the Arch-Nightmare called The Witch, though I hadn’t expected her to be so…” Trailing off, one single look at Tenten’s inquisitive gaze was enough to make him continue. “Shall we say... voluptuous?”

A simple shake of her head and a playful smile crossing her lips was enough of a reply for him, for as soon as he had thought himself safe, yet another rumble shook the ground beneath their feet. As far away as she had managed to step, that single quake was enough to send Tenten down onto her back, her legs splayed wide as Sasuke’s eyes zeroed in on his awaiting reward.

The instant she fell however, his gaze truly did trail up her smooth legs, practically devouring her exposed core where he stood. Had it been him from a month before, he would have had the decency to look away, or at the very least, to pretend not to stare, but, as his quest had begun, what little modesty he had left was chased away.

Shaking his head at the sight, Sasuke groaned, feeling his trousers tighten up once more from the sight alone, yet even then, the rumblings of a faraway storm brought him back to his senses. Now was not the time to stare up a woman’s skirt. Approaching his fallen companion with quick strides, it took him no time at all to come up on her side, although, as much as his mind pleaded with him to claim his reward then and there, his arms instead moved down to wrap around her shoulders and legs.

Although, however much he wanted to hide her behind a stump, the rumbling of yet another wind blast shook the earth beneath his feet. Between the groaning girl in his arms and the terror at the epicenter of the storms, his priorities were set straight.

After all, if every town was razed to the ground, then there would be no more inns for him to enjoy.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Sasuke unceremoniously tossed Tenten up against the ravaged tree that remained, eliciting a low yelp from the girl in question as her supposed unconsciousness was revealed as a fraud. “If you’re not asleep, then get up. Something is sending out these bullets of air.”

Without sparing so much as a moment for her reply, he took off. A fast, nimble pace, his left hand resting upon the sheath of his sword to hold it steady, whilst his gaze spun back around to see whether or not his companion had followed along. To his immense surprise, and mild satisfaction, she had. As soon as he had dropped her onto the ground, Tenten must have risen back up, a strangely quick pace bringing her within an inch of his back in seconds.

For the briefest second, his mind felt at ease…

… until his gaze returned to the state of the realm around them. The trench they were running in was as soft as the freshly placed dirt on a field, though even then, his gaze wandered. Far to the North, what had once been a woodcutter’s dream was left in shambles; not so much as a single tree was left standing from a wide spread blast of air.

“You mentioned the Gale, didn’t you?” Tenten’s soft voice broke through his musings and, as yet another tremor coursed through the earth, he slowed down enough to let her catch up. “You shouldn’t trust Nightmares. Especially not the sentient ones, but…”

From what little he could see, the red robed woman behind him bit her lip, her eyebrows furrowed together as a dozen emotions flickered across her face. With a weary sigh however, her voice returned anew. “There is someone named the Gale. Or, well, there was.”

Turning his gaze ahead, Sasuke let out a low grunt, wanting her to continue without having to slow down their pace. Already, the two had covered more ground than he had done the day before. The town of Reckoning was further to the East, but on their way, the trench had all but curved, leading the two further West.

“The Gale was supposed to be… well, not here.” He could almost hear the annoyance in her tone, but even still, he refused to look back. For within his mind, another thought took precedence.

‘The Gale is coming, and no matter their strength, the Deceiver cannot simply stay in hiding.’

The words of the Witch echoed through his head, her warning of what was to come, as well as the strength of the great unknown. Casting a sidelong glance across his shoulder, down upon the woman keeping up with his pace, his eyebrows furrowed. The Deceiver, whoever they might be, would have to have an unprecedented strength, as well as the charisma to…

… with a shake of his head, the scene of a woman on her back, unable to fight of a lesser nightmare returned. As much as the Witch’s words might have been true, another one of her questions would have required him to sleep with the Deceiver…

Before he could so much as help himself, a small smile played across his lips; barely there, hidden, yet a smile nonetheless. The girl following along behind his back hardly had the strength to push a lesser nightmare off of herself, and her charisma was nowhere near that of the Queen he had once bedded.

Nay, a nightmare in her was as much of a fact as him being the lord of the nightmares themselves.

Snapping his gaze back to the path before them, Sasuke Uchiha slid, his pace dropping down as a sight he had never wanted to see again stretched out before his eyes. In a flash, the images came crashing back; ruined houses, burning farms, a barn blown apart by a gale so strong that no mortal man could stand against it. And, as he came to a halt, the very same sight laid bare before him once more.

What had once been a small town was almost gone in its entirety. Log houses, brick foundations, and even what could come across as a local forge. Every last building was torn to shreds; far beyond the realms of repair. Only the foundations remained, though not at all on all the buildings there. To his direct left, what had once been a larger structure, perhaps an inn or the selfsame barn that he himself had survived within, was left in ruins. Wooden planks lay scattered along the stone making up the base of the building, shards of broken glass, richly colored liquids, and, most of all, within the rubble of a nearby shed, a liquid so rich seeped forth.

Blood, he realized.

“This is the work of th-” before he could so much as speak up, Tenten barreled into his side, knocking the air out of his lungs as the two tumbled down behind the stone foundation of what had likely been the inn of the town.

As soon as his back hit the ground, the reason rushed past what remained of the floor beside them; cracked planks and a shower of shattered glass flying above the two at a speed that neither one could match. The mere sight was enough to make his onyx eyes turn red, but even then, he failed to see the fragments cruising by with another gust of wind.

“She’s nearby, sir… the trench is a decoy, but the Gale is nearby…” Tenten spoke up from her place atop his chest, her head whirling back and forth in the hopes of finding her before she found them.

‘Her?’

“Is every Arch-Nightmare female?” Bundled up as they were, he couldn’t help but ask the question he had pondered for a while.

From above him, the silky buns of brown hair slowed down, two inquisitive orbs trailing down to stare at his blood red eyes. “Yes, of course. They’re sisters. Didn’t I tell you that?”

Had it not been for the woman atop his chest, then Sasuke’s hands would already be by his forehead. As far as he knew; no, she had not.

“You might not believe it, but there was once a farmer that walked in on the Witch and the Gale in the act. The man barely escaped with his life, if only just because the Gale was preoccupied elsewhere…”

He simply blinked, once, twice, before rolling his eyes. If even a sliver of that was true, then it would certainly explain why so many blasts of air had been sent their way.

“I know you’re still alive, wench! Get out here so I can kill you!” Another voice broke through the lull that had surrounded the two. Harsher, yet still undeniably feminine. Judging by her voice alone, she would have to be in her early twenties, though no more could be found out from it alone.

Heaving a sigh, Sasuke gave his quest giver a tedious glance, waving his hand in her direction. “As much as I’d love to claim my reward, a ruined town with a potential massacre’s worth of victims isn’t quite my taste.”

That comment, at last, snapped his female companion back to the moment at hand. In a manner of seconds, her cheeks flared up; a bright pink flush lighting up her otherwise tanned complexion to the point that she would stand out as a beacon. The moment his hand had waved her way, she darted off of him, settling down onto her knees with her hands clamping down on the miniscule skirt hiding her nethers from sight.

“Come out already!” Another ferocious roar and yet another gust of air shot forth; tearing with it every single plank that remained on the foundations he rested against.

At that, his mind was eventually made up. With a motion swifter than Tenten’s eyes could detect, Sasuke’s right palm snapped forth, pressing up into his companion’s sternum with enough force to knock her down onto the ground. If it was the mighty Gale that screamed beyond the village, then the gusts of air were enough of a threat already. To stand so much as a chance against the monster that hovered nearby, closing the distance was the only thing that came to mind.

“Stay down until I can close in on her.” He ordered, the woman beside him tumbling down onto the ground, heaving for air even as her ears perked up. “If even one of those blasts hit you, you’ll end up like-”

Slamming his teeth together, he silenced his tongue, halting the reminder that had threatened to break free. Instead, his reminder was for him and him alone; a silent echo resounding through his mind even as he rose up onto his feet.

‘She’ll end up like everyone else.’

The moment his order was barked out, and the moment his feet were steadied on the upturned ground, he took off once more; an explosive pace sending him hurtling towards the source of the voice. Not so much as a movement was wasted. His feet kicked off from the ground, sending him through the air, and all the while, his ears were perked up.

Her shouting had quieted down, but the one thing that hadn’t quieted down was the eerie sound of a metallic object swinging through the air. A moment later, yet another heavy hurricane blew forth, and with it, he had no doubt that another trench was formed along the Northern path. It wasn’t until he had raced through the ruined streets of an unnamed town that his eyes zeroed in on her, and with it, he darted down behind the cover of a surviving wooden wall.

Comparing the woman before her to the one known as the Witch was no longer asinine. Tall, sleek and curvaceous, with more sway to her hips than Tenten could ever dream of having. Her back was turned towards him, but a single glance had been enough to tighten his trousers.

Whilst her sisters had been dressed with flimsy attires of varying degrees, the woman before him wore nothing at all. Instead, her body was covered by what he could only think of as bandages. Up along her arms, hanging loosely around her neck, with loose crisscross patterns running down her backside. From what little he could see, there was no doubt in his mind that no small amount of her modesty was discarded. Even then, his eyes continued to trail down; falling down and down until, as his mouth dried up, his eyes landed upon the pale woman’s voluptuous hindquarters. Large, thick, yet so deliciously firm; the ass of the one known as the Gale could match any and all words, yet he himself could only think of those.

Had his life not been in danger, then he may very well have undone his trousers then and there, if only just to relieve the tension that continued to rise to the occasion.

Turning his gaze back up along her delightfully revealed form, Sasuke’s suspicions were all but confirmed when she turned sideways the tiniest amount. The bandages wrapping themselves around her body had fallen down, either rotting away in the heat or simply being undone from her relentless attacks. Two large, soft breasts jiggled with her every motion. Larger than any other girl he had bedded, rivaling the Queen of a faraway kingdom’s chest, yet somehow, as his red eyes zeroed in on their seductive sway, the faintest hint of a pink nipple entered his eyes.

What his arousal induced vision had neglected to note beforehand however, was that beside her form, pressed down into the dirt with her left hand alone, was what could only be considered a monstrous fan. Black steel plates adorned both sides of its closed form, but from the sides, he could have sworn to have seen a faint trace of beige.

When her head turned sideways completely however, and when her crystalline dark blue eyes fell upon his head as it stuck out from his cover, the sandy blonde spiky twintails her hair was tied into entered his mind as well.

A true Desert Queen stood before him in broad daylight.

“So, you’re the one,” she snarled, a smirk adorning her lips even as she reached around to grasp onto her fan with both hands. “How even dares a mere mortal lay his hands upon us.”

Even as she spoke, Sasuke’s mind was snapped back to reality, and with as much gusto as he could apply from his seated position, he darted forth from behind the wall covering his form.

The instant he did, the source of the vacuum waves made itself known as the fan swung up, a wall of wind blasting past his previous location with enough force to tear it up from the stone bricks holding it in place. In the distance, as he continued to dart away down the line of ruined bricks, he could hear the faint sound of a compressed air blast tearing apart yet another town.

Again, she swung her fan, and again, he darted out of the meager cover that remained. Before she swung it once more, he rolled forward, dodging sideways to avoid being swept away by a gale. By then however, he was at his wits end, for the moment he recovered from his roll, he stood face to face with a barren wasteland; a farm, at one point in time.

To his side, the Gale simply held her ground, hands clutching onto the top of her fan as the tiniest bead of sweat rolled down her otherworldly face. Fair, subtle marks of beauty, combined with an undeniable charm that drew his gaze to hers despite the situation he was in.

‘If I can’t avoid her, I’ll have to-’ even his thoughts were cut short as the frenzied woman before him swung her fan sideways; the beige paper within the fan rusting as yet another monstrous storm was sent his way.

In spite of his earlier actions, Sasuke jumped backward, kicking off from the dirt beneath his feet, only to fall down onto his back amidst a freshly carved trench. Before his very eyes, he could see the blast of wind rushing forward. A single, compressed blast of air, oval in shape as far as he could tell, that simply pushed the dirt he had once stood on away, pushing it further and further beyond without reprieve.

Had he been standing there…

Rolling over onto his front, Sasuke Uchiha hastily rose up onto his feet once more, having no more than a moment to dodge yet another ferocious wave of air. In his mind’s eye however, even as his body ran and rolled away for dear life, a single image flashed through his head. An image he would rather forget, but one he simply could not remove by force.

In the blink of an eye, his hometown had vanished. A tremendous rumbling, a quake shaking the very earth beneath his feet, and as quickly as he could blink, the front of the barn he had been working in was gone; everyone and everything included. He had been a farmhand once, but his duties were cut short by a mythical, unexplainable storm.

A sudden Gale not unlike the ones he dodged away from now.

Gritting his teeth where he stood, Sasuke’s reddened eyes hardened, three black tomoe spinning to life within his irises as he twisted his lower body around. Dropping his right hand down to grasp the hilt of his sword, the raven haired hunter dashed, not sideways or backwards, but forwards, rushing down the bandaged woman before him. All the while, his eyes searched, darting back and forth from her exposed breasts, down along her sides, past her exposed groin, down towards her feet; searching, scanning, scouring the woman for anything at all that could serve as a weakness.

From her posture to the way she swung her fan, the Gale was like an impenetrable fortress. The angles he thought he could strike her from were covered up within moments, and as his eyes fastened upon what anyone else would call an opening, a similar feint appeared on the opposing side. It wasn’t until he stood before her, a foot of distance between them, that he dashed to the side once more; a heavy downward swipe of her fan sending a torrent of air towards him.

With a duck and a weave, he arrived at her side, borrowing the momentum from his sideways dodge to spin around on his heels. In one fluid motion, his sword escaped the sheath holding it in place, careening towards the nightmarish woman beside him in a crescent moon slash…

… though the sound that reverberated outward was that of metal against metal.

Flinching back, his sword bounced backward, deflected in its entirety by the woman standing before him; or rather, by the folded fan she had slammed into the ground as her final line of defense.

His offense did not stop there. With more speed than his body could withstand, Sasuke Uchiha swung his sword once more, aiming for an opening between her neck and the metallic surface of her fan, though once again, a heavy clang resounded through the air.

Once more, she had raised her fan as easily as he would raise his hand.

“They let you take them, didn’t they?” The woman known as the Gale spat, a venomous tone dripping off of her tongue.

Without granting him the chance to respond, Temari the Gale pushed his sword off of her fan, knocking him a foot away with that move alone. As he staggered back however, the dark metal fan that had once been in her grasp fell aside, drawing his eyes with it before his mouth was forced agape.

In the blink of an eye, she had struck; discarding her favored fan for the sake of slamming her fist into his gut. Another strike soon followed, a palm thrust aimed to knock his jaw up, followed by yet another flurry of blows. What he had thought of as his greatest chance had backfired altogether, crashing into his stomach, chest and shoulders repeatedly in the form of fists and palms.

It took her no time at all to do what he could not. With a vicious left hook, Sasuke Uchiha was knocked aside, careening down into the ground with a heavy thud; the sound of his silver sword clattering along the concrete foundations of the townsquare.

For the briefest moment, his vision faded. A still, encompassing darkness shrouded his sight, his mind yielding to the unending slumber that threatened to overtake him, and for the first time in ages, as what would undoubtedly be a dozen bruises began to form on his chest, the remnant Uchiha could feel his heartbeat weaken.

…

At least until, in the midst of the tranquil lake that was his mind, the sound of rustling cloth reached his ears once more. His eyes were lulled, his vision was gone, but even then, the weight that settled itself atop his waist was unmistakable, nor could he complain about the tension that was lessened by a pair of nimble hands.

Heaving out a blissful sigh of relief, Sasuke’s mind stilled, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, while his chest rose from the breath he took in.

The sight that met his eyes when his vision returned at last was one he would never truly comprehend. Seated atop his waist, pressing down against his groin, was the most gorgeous rear he had laid eyes upon yet. Soft, supple cheeks vaguely hidden away by stray bandages, along with a strong, straight back that rose skyward, wrapped up in more bandages than he had ever seen before.

Temari the Gale had been the conqueror in their bout, and as was the right of the victor, the spoils were hers to claim.

When the restraints of his trousers were undone, a low groan escaped his lips, the hands undoing his pants dipping down to fish out his growing erection. “You’re big enough, I suppose,” the Gale mused, moving his dick from one hand to the next while inspecting its heft. “Were my sisters delightful before you murdered them?”

A question though it might have been, he had no chance to reply. In the midst of her vicious assault, she had undoubtedly cracked two of his ribs, not to mention the ache that throbbed from where her palm had knocked his jaw upward.

“The silent type?” Grasping the cock in her hand tightly, Temari the Gale cast a sidelong glance his way, sandy blonde twintails jiggling behind her back. “No matter. To the victor goes the spoils, and you, little mortal, are my spoils.”

No matter the situation he was in, a woman’s touch was undeniably soft, and as her hands roamed up and down the length of his cock, Sasuke’s eyes fluttered shut. He had lost. He had failed to uphold his promise, but even more so, as the annoyance and anger of that failure gnawed on his mind, his heartbeat sped up. A failure though he may be, his heart beat quicker at the thought of what awaited him next.

Ever since his grand quest had begun, and ever since he had claimed his first reward, he enjoyed- no, he reveled in the thought of conquering the remaining nightmares. From the night he had filled Karin the Soulless’ pussy, to the day before when Ino the Witch had ridden him hard for hours on end; he craved it all. Their bodies were unreal, their figures were divine, but most of all, their touches left him reeling. Time and time again, he wanted more, and as that thought thrummed through his mind, so too, did his dick throb within Temari the Gale’s grasp.

Closed as his eyes were, he could practically feel her gaze upon the swollen head of his cock. It was as intense as it had been when she swung her fan to blow him far away, or perhaps the very winds themselves would have torn him to shreds.

However, before long, the sensation of her soft fingers around his dick disappeared, only to be followed by the pressure around his waist lessening the tiniest bit. “Try not to lose it too quickly. I’m taking you until I’m satisfied.”

Without so much as a chance to react, a heavy metallic pressure was slammed down upon his shoulders, hard enough to make even them creak from the constant abuse. Snapping his eyes wide open, Sasuke Uchiha was met with the sight of the very weapon that had terrorized the area, as well as the sight of her divine rear rising up from his waist. With practiced ease, the Gale moved further down along his legs, grinding his cock along her pussy before moving a tiny bit further.

To his eternal surprise, the hole his swollen cockhead disappeared into was not that of the Arch-Nightmare’s waiting pussy, but rather, her tightened asshole absorbed a third of his length in an instant. Releasing a low grunt on her end, Temari the Gale ground her hips, jiggling her voluptuous rear in front of his face as she worked his dick deeper inside of her asshole.

The experience was different, the hole was new, but all the same, as the Gale forced another inch of human cock inside of her tightest hole, Sasuke Uchiha’s eyes drifted up into the back of his head. To say that it was different would be the understatement of an era, though to call it unpleasant could not be more incorrect. It was tight, much more so than anything he had ever felt before, yet somehow, as half of his cock was swallowed by the Gale’s hungering hole, he couldn’t help but want more. The natural wetness of a woman’s vagina was gone, but in its place, a definitive tightness came through.

Before he could so much as think about removing the fan that threatened to crush his shoulders, his arms moved of their own accord, reaching up to plant the palms of his hands atop the luscious cheeks of the Gale’s pristine ass. The moment his fingers grasped onto his foe’s rear, the woman in question yelped, though she made no movements to remove his grasp. If nothing else, as his fingers sunk down into the doughy flesh of her exposed rear, she sunk down deeper on his cock.

“You’re not- uuah- bad for a human,” the Gale muttered out, teeth gritting together as her hips rose up instead of pressing down. Within his grasp, Temari the Gale rose until only the very tip of his dick remained inside of her asshole, and in one fell swoop, she came crashing down, devouring every single inch of the hunter’s cock.

Already, he could feel the precum oozing forth from his cockhead, lubricating the Gale from the inside. The Witch had drained an orgasm out of him, but it had been far too long since he could simply relax and cum as much as his heart desired. That, coupled with the unexpected situation his dick was smothered inside of, had already pushed him to the brink. Too much more and he would undoubtedly succumb to-

Twisting her head around to stare back into his face, the Gale’s eyes gleamed, mouth falling agape as her tongue lolled out. Rising up off of his cock once more, easing her slowly lubricated ass up until only the very tip of his dick remained inside of her, she watched on as, with a fury that could not be matched in combat, her rear slammed back down upon his groin, threatening to crack his pelvis as well whilst her ass cheeks clapped.

That, and that alone, was what drove him over the edge first. With as much of a cry as the fan upon his shoulders and chest would allow, he came; jet upon jet of heavy, healthy cum shooting forth, painting the insides of the Gale’s asshole white in a manner of seconds. Yet, it didn’t stop there. Even in the midst of his orgasm, her motions did not stop.

Up and down, happily bouncing her ass on his cock, reveling in the lube that was his cum as her ass cheeks clapped for the man she rode. Even as he came, he could feel his next orgasm approaching, and as the final gush of cum erupted from his slit, another batch was made ready for the hungering nightmare’s asshole. Already, her hole was filled to the brim, so much so that he had no doubt that she would eventually begin to cough up cum if she didn’t slow down.

“So large, but so very fast,” she muttered to herself, her hips grinding down until she was fully seated upon his groin. “Be at ease, I’m sure you’ll find someone patient enough to take you home… in your next life, at least.”

Pressed down beneath her curvaceous rump and the weight of her fan, it was all he could do to audibly groan. Tenten had all but disappeared. No matter how hard he tried to tear his eyes away from the Gale’s rear, all he could do was shudder. Without giving him so much as a chance to relax, the matron atop his groin began to bounce once more, his fingers digging deeper into the soft flesh of the Gale’s voluptuous rump.

How had he vanquished the others with ease? How long had it been since he was challenged, since he had last been conquered like that? No matter how much he wanted an answer to come to him, it would not. The only answers that came crashing down upon him came in the form of a woman’s subtle grunts as her asshole gripped the throbbing length of his dick.

He was big, of that, there was no doubt. Whenever her hips slammed down against his groin, the faintest trickle of cum would seep free from the grasp she had on his dick. With his hands plastered onto her shapely rear, he could guide her drops somewhat; lessening the burden of his pelvis from having her drop her weight down upon him.

When he grit his teeth to resist the temptation to cum once more, his eyes hardened, his lip quivered, but nonetheless, he held onto the sliver of control he had left. She had begun to buck her hips. The teasingly slow grinding from before had long since dispersed, and in its place, a rampant bouncing and a frivolous bucking had arrived. The pace that had thrown him over the edge before had vanished in its entirety!

Steeling his nerves as much as he could, Sasuke Uchiha thrust his hips up, meeting her descending rear with an audible slap, before bouncing her up off of his cock. Yet, even then, the Gale refused to back down. With no more than the head of his throbbing cock inside of her asshole, Temari the Gale twisted her upper body around, mounting Sasuke’s groin as she screwed her body in its entirety around.

Gone was the sight of her voluptuous rear, gone was his grip on her taut behind, but in its place, as her naked feet crashed down around the sides of his head, Sasuke Uchiha was greeted by a sight even greater than before.

With her legs spread wide and her feet snaking down underneath her fan, the Gale put all of her own on display. Large, spotless breasts jiggled in place, appearing softer than even the clouds in the sky, capped with pristine pink nipples that pulled his gaze there instead. Her stomach and arms were bandaged still, but between her legs, pristine pink lips were spread; a drenched vagina revealing itself even as his dick was devoured within her ass. This was Temari the Gale in all her ferocious beauty.

“Do you want it here, mortal?” Her voice rang out, smooth, melodic, with an otherworldly tone of seduction dripping off of her tongue. “Give me one more load and I’ll let you have it.”

And, as she had done beforehand, her pace returned to what it had once been. Slow, teasing pumps of her hips. A faint tightness that clamped down around his girth, rhythmically milking him for the load he tried to withhold. Yet, as her palms dropped down to his thighs, her breasts jiggled in place atop her chest. Calling them soft would be an understatement, but claiming that her breasts were firm would be no further from the truth.

Her body, in its entirety, was at a level beyond what he had ever seen before, and as his gaze was fastened upon her bouncing breasts, the determination he had had before dispersed in seconds; a low grunt forcing its way past his lips even as he came anew.

Not unlike the first time, the head of his cock erupted. Long ropes of gooey cum rushed forth, mingling with what remained inside of her rear, though this time, it fired further, sinking deeper, so much so that, as Temari the Gale dropped all of her weight down upon his groin once more, he could have sworn to feel his cock bump up against something else. Already, in his state of exhaustion, he could have sworn that her stomach had begun to bulge from the loads her asshole had devoured.

Slumping down atop the ground, all he could do was let out a low wheeze, his cock throbbing once more before softening ever so slightly within the nightmare’s asshole. By that point in time, his mind had managed to narrow down the reason why the nightmares disappeared as they did, though why that was the case, he did not comprehend. A healthy creampie up front was required, from what little experience he had.

Besides, it wasn’t like he could simply experiment with any lesser nightmare…

Although, caught up in his thoughts as he was, when the Gale began to move once more, even his gaze was snapped downward. Rising up from her awkward position atop his groin, Temari the Gale shifted her weight around, blatantly ignoring the cock within her ass as she pulled her legs closer to herself. Finding her arms placed atop his thighs once more, the view he had received of her bouncing breasts was replaced once more by the sight of her glorious rear, though even then, when his dick plopped free from the quivering ring of muscle blocking off her ass, not so much as a droplet of his cum was spilled.

It wasn’t until something else in its entirety rubbed up against his half-hard shaft that he caught on to what had happened. ‘Even a nightmare keeps its word, huh?’

“Remove the fan at least, will you?” He groaned out, gravely voice breaking through the air as a sword would when smacked against a brick. “If it’s my reward for lasting long, then I should be allowed to enjoy myself, right?”

Rather than answer him, the Gale focused her attention downward, wrapping her right hand around the base of his cock while gingerly easing her pussy down towards its head. In opposition when she had swallowed it whole with her ass, the Arch-Nightmare almost appeared hesitant, slowly grinding her entrance down against his tip, all the while coaxing him back to full hardness with slow, teasing pumps of her hand.

“Quiet down, kinslayer! You’re getting your treat. Just try to last longer this time.” Aggravated though she may be, when at last his cock hardened once more, and the very tip of his dick slid inside of her waiting snatch, he could have sworn to have heard the faintest moan.

Her aggravation made sense the moment the head of his cock slid inside of her snatch. While her asshole had been tight, much more so than anything else he had felt before, it had been a different experience from claiming his lovers in the front. Now however, as hard as it was for him to comprehend, her ass would seem loose in comparison to her cunt.

Unlike with her ass, she couldn’t simply devour his dick. Slowly, gently rocking her hips back and forth, the first inch of his cock managed to squeeze its way in, but as it did, her body froze in place. A warm, steady trickle of juices oozed down his cum smeared cock whilst her nether lips quivered.

‘Did she just…?’ His musings were cut off the moment they began, for less than a minute thereafter, the being known as Temari the Gale rocked her hips once more.

Slow, subtle twists, both hands placed down by his thighs, back arched with her bubbly butt pointed straight at his face; the nightmare was a sight to behold. Like a woman staving off her own impending doom at the hand of a dozen men, the Gale fought back what would undoubtedly be her first proper orgasm of the day; if not her first orgasm with a man.

Throwing his gaze around the area as much as he could, Sasuke Uchiha paused, a contemplative look adorning his features, before setting his plan in motion. No more than a few minutes earlier, he had confirmed that his hands were still his to use as he saw fit, to an extent. Pushing his chest upward ever so slightly, the fan placed atop his shoulder did rise, though its weight was enough to hold him down.

With his gaze once more planted upon the rear that wiggled in place before him, the lone huntsman bent his arms, reaching up with both hands to grasp the jiggly cheeks of Temari the Gale’s ass. Thumb against thumb, fingers stretching out to encompass the entirety of her rear, and with his grip fastened in place, the Gale’s head whirled around to glare down upon him once more…

… or so she would have, had it not been for his grip on her cheeks.

Letting out a low grunt of exertion, Sasuke Uchiha squeezed, grasping onto the Gale’s behind with all his might before pulling her downward. As if on cue, the feminine moan he had heard before returned, though this time, there was no mistaking the peril in her voice.

As his hands pulled her down, forcing inch upon inch of broad human cock inside of her snatch, Temari threw her head back and screamed.

The miniscule amount she had managed to fit on her own was pushed deeper. His cockhead rummaged around within her vaginal depths, and in so doing, her finely sliced control was brought down along with her confidence. It hurt, or so her mind thought, but her body merely trembled as yet another inch was forcibly stuffed inside of her snatch.

By the time the halfway point was reached, the fierce, unyielding demeanor of the one known as the Gale had shattered; leaving nothing but a perverted woman in its place. Her lips, once used solely for the degradation and taunting of her foes, had fallen agape, a series of moans and groans spilling forth against her own will. Yet, the worst of what was to come?

She craved more.

Her arms, silky and pristine, shook as the grasp on her supple rear tightened. Her legs, strong and immaculate, quivered as they were placed on either side of his thighs. And, as humiliating it was for her to say, her pussy throbbed with need; it ached for his touch, for the cock that had filled her backdoor to the brim and beyond.

Gritting her teeth where she sat, Temari the Gale remained unyielding, holding off the quakes that shook through her body for every single inch that pierced through her lower lips. However, as quickly as the eight shockwave of pleasure had arrived, her eyes snapped wide awake, an incomprehensible joy overflowing her chest as she felt him bump up against something within her snatch. The entrance to her womb, her mind reminded her dryly.

“You craven bast- aahn~” even her voice was broken, for as she tried to fling an insult his way, a not too subtle moan spilled forth from her plump pink lips. “Harder, faster, I want-”

Snapping her mouth shut, Temari the Gale glared down upon the hunter whose hands were firmly grasping her rump. It hurt her more to know that he had heard her weakness than any wound from any sword ever could. Yet, her request did not land on deaf ears.

With a show of force not unlike that of a final assault, Sasuke eased the Gale’s body upward, using her supple rear as a handle of sorts. If she felt the pleasure of being spread apart, then he felt the grueling pleasure of being choked half to death. Her tightness was without end, even as his cock forced its way past the threshold of her entrance. Slow, teasing rocking met him on the way, and before he knew what had happened himself, the rear within his grasp began to shimmer.

A far too familiar light, cyan in color with the faintest sparkle of white; a sight he had seen once before, for the second time, his eyes had been closed.

The moment the sight reached his eyes, Sasuke’s teeth slammed together. He was close; unfathomably so. One final push, one more thrust inside of the woman atop him was enough.

With that thought firmly planted in his mind, the slow, teasing pace he had wanted before disappeared, for in its place, only one desire remained. He wanted to cum inside of her, to fill the Gale’s womb to the brim and beyond, and watch her disappear, not as a mighty Arch-Nightmare, but as a conquered whore.

The grip around her ass tightened so much so that his knuckles turned white, and with the final thrust he craved so much, Sasuke Uchiha yanked the Gale’s ass back down upon his groin, roaring out his satisfaction as his cock erupted for the final time that day.

Thick sprays, healthy splatters, and a near unending gush of cum sprayed forth within Temari’s pussy, easily filling it to the brim within seconds, so much so that he himself felt the cum churning around his dick. Yet, his load did not end there. For even as the ass within his grasp began to fade away, his cock continued to douse her insides in his cum; her womb, a victim of the spear of an Uchiha, was assaulted doubly, both by his cock as it forced its way through, as well as by his seed as it painted her insides white.

In that state, in the momentary bliss he felt from finally letting loose, his vision faded to black, but not before his eyes fell upon the face of his town’s destroyer. Ruffled, sandy blonde hair tied up into spiky twintails. A soft, feminine face on the brink of unconsciousness, with eyes fully rolled up into the back of her head. All encompassed by a faint cyan hue…

Temari the Gale had fallen, and so too, had he. For when the ass within his grasp dispersed, his vision faded away.
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